
This feels like a very suitable poem for a Friday. A good way to send you into the weekend… Here goes:
If I can dream it If I can dream it, it’s already real in my soul. If it’s already real in my soul, then who am I to argue? Surely, my heart, my feet, my brain, oh yes, my brain, always the last to catch up with my certainties, this unit, my body, can follow the path of my soul. My soul treads lightly. The path may not be very clear, but I know it exists if I want it. If I can dream it, dream it and wake up excited, curious, ready to grasp what I know is real, then I already know that I want it. How come I still hesitate? How come the duvet is heavier than normal? How come the night won’t end, when I already dreamed of my days ahead? If I can dream it, I owe my dream big time. I owe my dream to get up, walk, become what I saw, and make it my reality.
Both our dreams and our reality are really just in our head. Funny what our brain works out of the energy and particles of the universe. I love the last few lines about owing your dream to get up – nice one.
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Thanks, Brian. Much appreciated. And yes, it is funny what our brain works out of the energy and particles of the universe. It’s all just little stories we tell ourselves… and others. Thanks for reading and commenting.
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Lovely poem!
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Thanks, Deepthy! Much appreciated.
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I would hate to have to live without dreams!
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Totally agree, Peter, although some of my weirder dreams could come with explanation manual…
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Brilliant! Nike could use this a new slogan! 🙂
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I don’t think Nike will hire me any time soon. I’m not exactly Olympic material, with my arthritic bones… But I can dream… Thanks, Terveen.
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